Treasure Island

Laura Gilfillan


Time Is Not An Old Man


Cold pale sunlight shifts through faded memories.
Worn pink rosebuds hold the hollow echoes of childish laughter.
Bright eyes grow distant,
Witty smile turns inward.
Impossible to forget
Are days long past.

Submitted: Sunday, March 31, 2013

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